[Intro]
Okay, let go (Ayy, CGM, where you at?)
Yeah, uh
Ooh (ZaySkillz)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I gotta walk with a .9
I can not go out, gotta lotta money, and alot on the line (Huh)
I got alot on my mind
Niggas don't want me to shine
[?], now she callin' my line
The way that she hittin' me up, I can't stand ho'
You nigga be faker, the fuck, I can't stand up
I'm buyin' that bitch a new butt, huh
That's a bankroll (Huh)
My nigga, they sippin' on mud, they seein' the angels
[Verse]
Ain't care 'bout that bitch, she a slut
Hoppin' in a 'Rango
My niggas they pullin' up (Yeah)
They don't gotta aim though
Y'all niggas don't do enough
I'm puttin' in pain for it
Y'all niggas not foolin' us
Y'all really be [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
Pussy, said he finna knock me off
Okay nigga, then do it
Money talk, bitch, I'm flowin'
Bitch, I got influence
Stay with straps, like a post it
Nigga be on that bullshit
Fuck a half, bitch I'm buyin' the full shit
At the crib, still gotta movе in
I got real niggas in my circle
You got fake niggas in thе stu' with you
Gas, same color, purple
Yeah, my blunt got nothin' to do with you
Niggas tryna take off my plate, and that's what I couldn't eat my food with them
My brother, yeah, he ride around with a tool with him
I'm in LA, fuckin' with some twins
Yeah, I'm fuckin' two of them
My niggas out the way, nigga, we ain't cool with them
I'm gettin' racks, so boy what you say? [?]
Okay, let go (Ayy, CGM, where you at?)
Yeah, uh
Ooh (ZaySkillz)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I gotta walk with a .9
I can not go out, gotta lotta money, and alot on the line (Huh)
I got alot on my mind
Niggas don't want me to shine
[?], now she callin' my line
The way that she hittin' me up, I can't stand ho'
You nigga be faker, the fuck, I can't stand up
I'm buyin' that bitch a new butt, huh
That's a bankroll (Huh)
My nigga, they sippin' on mud, they seein' the angels
[Verse]
Ain't care 'bout that bitch, she a slut
Hoppin' in a 'Rango
My niggas they pullin' up (Yeah)
They don't gotta aim though
Y'all niggas don't do enough
I'm puttin' in pain for it
Y'all niggas not foolin' us
Y'all really be [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
Pussy, said he finna knock me off
Okay nigga, then do it
Money talk, bitch, I'm flowin'
Bitch, I got influence
Stay with straps, like a post it
Nigga be on that bullshit
Fuck a half, bitch I'm buyin' the full shit
At the crib, still gotta movе in
I got real niggas in my circle
You got fake niggas in thе stu' with you
Gas, same color, purple
Yeah, my blunt got nothin' to do with you
Niggas tryna take off my plate, and that's what I couldn't eat my food with them
My brother, yeah, he ride around with a tool with him
I'm in LA, fuckin' with some twins
Yeah, I'm fuckin' two of them
My niggas out the way, nigga, we ain't cool with them
I'm gettin' racks, so boy what you say? [?]
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